As Sara climbed from Charlie’s car, she stood and waved at Joel as he grinned at her through the window. That kid was a blessing to his family and all who knew him, and she just couldn’t believe how amazing his visit with Mischa had been.
Sara turned to walk into the house, and wobbled slightly. Damn but she needed to sit down!
She turned the key in the lock and stepped inside, closing the door securely behind her. She glanced at the sofa in the den, no more than twenty paces to her left. Yeah, it was tempting, but she really needed a proper lie-down, and maybe forty or fifty winks, and while the sofa was comfortable for cuddling up with Marcus, she had all those extra pillows on her bed that she could snuggle up to when he wasn’t around, and they were way more supportive than anything she was going to find in the den.
Deciding it would be worth the climb, Sara dropped her bag on the table, removed the phone which she tucked into her pocket, and hung her keys on the hook, before heading towards the stairs.
It was at times like these that she could really see the benefits of living in a bungalow or an apartment.
She’d managed to get two thirds of the way up from the steps when she felt a dull ache, low down in her abdomen.
“Baby, I get that you like being in the breech position, but I’d really appreciate it if you’d stop trying to force your feet out. You’re still not fully cooked yet!” She gasped, the pain not severe, but preventing her from taking another step. “Ok, I get it… you’re demonstrating that you are every bit as much a pain in my ass as your daddy, but could you not have waited until I was in bed?”
Sara turned her back to the stairs and leaned backwards until her hand touched the carpet. She gingerly lowered herself into a sitting position and then lay back, stretching out as much as she could to relieve the pressure the baby’s foot was placing on her pelvis. She braced her feet on the stair to stop her sliding all the way to the bottom.
This was the fifth or sixth time the baby had done this in the last week, and Sara was way past getting panicked about it. She just had to try and stretch it out and wait until the baby was ready to pull his legs back in. It could be a few minutes, or it could be an hour or more.
She glanced at her phone and noticed it was almost two o’clock.
Marcus would be home any minute to check on her and would be pissed to find her on the stairs. He would probably spend the afternoon fussing over her, pointing out all the reasons why she should give up work already, and stay at home.
Sara snorted quietly… like she was going to agree to that! She wasn’t quite seven months gone yet, and the thought of spending another ten weeks stuck in the house by herself sounded like Sara’s idea of hell on earth.
She liked people, and needed to be among them. Telephone and video chats were a poor substitute.
She pulled up Candy’s number and hit dial.
“Hey there, little momma.” Sara could almost see the smile on Candy’s face. “Everything Ok with you and Junior?”
“Not really.” Sara grimaced. “He’s trying to stick his feet out again, and I can’t walk until he pulls them back in.”
“Again?” Candy laughed. “Where are you. Did you make it home before he did it?”
“Oh, I made it home alright. I just didn’t make it all the way up the stairs!” Sara complained. “Another thirty seconds and I’d have been tucked up in bed. Instead, I’m likely to be still stuck here when Marcus gets home, as that’s likely to be any minute. He’s gonna freak!”
Candy chuckled.
“Tell him you’re trying out various positions to see what’ll be the most comfortable one to give birth in.” She snorted. “He’s a man, he’ll believe anything!”
“Unlikely! We’ve already read every book on childbirth ever published. Marcus is strongly advocating a water-birth!” Sara groaned, trying to turn herself onto her side.
“And what do you want?” Candy asked.
“I’m all for finding a surrogate to go through the birth for me!” Sara complained. “I don’t even mind if Marcus holds their hand all the way through it!”
“Honey, I think the time to opt for surrogacy is prior to conception.” Candy snorted. “By your third trimester, I don’t think it’s on the option list.”
“Well, shit! You’re supposed to be my friend! Why didn’t you tell me that before I got knocked up?” Sara grumbled.
“Umm, because you’re a doctor?” Candy pointed out. “I figured you would have realised the finality of your situation once you were pregnant, from all those fancy books they made you read in medical school.”
“Yeah, well maybe it all sounded like a good idea at the time.” Sara sighed, letting her head flop back onto the stair. “Anyway, I didn’t call to bemoan my situation, I called to check up on that boy of yours. How is Alex doing this morning?”
“He’s doing just fine.” Candy sounded relieved. “The pain meds are making him sleepy, but Sophia hasn’t left his bedside for more than five minutes, so every time he wakes up, he has the biggest smile on his face.”
“Aww, how sweet.” Sara smiled to herself. “You know, I just came from visiting with the sisters, and it seems Gregor can’t take his eyes of the oldest sister Tulli, and Charlie may be just the tiniest bit smitten by the middle sister. What d’you think of that? Three romances from just the one mission! Must be a new record.”
“Wife, why are you trying to matchmake while lying on the stairs?” Marcus’ voice made her jump.
“Gotta go.” She murmured into the phone. “Give Alex my love.”
She just about heard Candy sign off when her husband’s face started to come into view.
“Well?” Marcus leaned over her, so his face was inches from hers. “What the hell are you doing on the stairs, sweetness?”
Sara gazed up into his golden eyes and smiled.
“I was just wondering what the ceiling would look like with a mural on it.” She struggled not to giggle. “I mean, the plain white is just so boring. We could have someone do a Michelangelo on it, like the Sistine Chapel.”
Marcus continued to stare at her, his face a mixture of amusement and indulgence.
“You want a mural on the ceiling above the stairs?” He murmured.
“Yup.” Sara nodded. “Maybe a bunch of flying angels and some cherubs?”
“So, all our guests can come and lie on our staircase to admire it, hmm?” Marcus snorted.
“Naturally. It would be something of a talking point.” Sara agreed.
“I think someone is already talking about it, and frankly, I think she’s talking bollocks!” Marcus pointed out. “So, before I have her committed to the local asylum, how about she tells me why she’s really lying on the stairs. I nearly had heart failure when I saw you! If I hadn’t heard you giggle, I’d have been calling an ambulance.”
Sara reached up and cupped Marcus’s cheek, smiling as seductively as she could under the circumstances.
“Actually, I was waiting for you to get home, so I could seduce you into making mad passionate love to me on the stairs.” She pouted. “We haven’t done it here before.”
Marcus glanced down the stairs and back up.
“What? You mean we haven’t done it on the thirteenth stair yet?” He smirked. “Because I was pretty sure we’d done it on all eighteen, but if you’re saying we’ve missed one, then I’m ready to correct that oversight.”
Sara grinned up at him. Her husband was so predictable, and so sexy!
“I’m game if you are.” She agreed. “But you’re going to have to give me five minutes. Junior is trying to get out again, feet first. Once he gives up and pulls his legs in, I’ll be good to go.”
Marcus frowned at her, but his eyes were still shining with humour.
“That’s why you’re on the stairs? Junior’s giving you hassle again?” He asked, staring at her face, almost looking for signs of pain or discomfort. “Can you get up?”
Sara bit her lip, considering her options.
As much as she wanted to get off the stairs, the idea of getting frisky with Marcus anywhere, was playing havoc with her already overactive hormones.
Damn, why did pregnancy leave a woman so horny?
“I don’t think I can stand just yet.” She admitted, blushing as Marcus’ eyes narrowed. “So, if you wanna make out a little, y’know… that would be good.”
Marcus grinned.
“Honey, as much as I’d like to fool around right here on the stairs, there’s a very good chance that fooling around would lead to something else, and possibly end up with me flipping you over and taking you right here on stair thirteen!” Sara watched Marcus’ eyes dip down to where her ample cleavage was causing him the usual level of distraction. “As hot as that sounds, I think you’d be much more comfortable on the bed. Besides which, I don’t want Junior thinking I’d treat his momma any less than the lady she is, by just ravishing her on the stairs in front of all the servants.”
Sara snorted in a most unladylike manner.
“Ok, firstly, we don’t have any servants.” She pointed out, wagging a finger in front of Marcus’ nose. “Secondly, junior is in no position to judge whether his daddy is treating his mother like a lady or not. And thirdly, I really like the idea of being ravished on the stairs. Plus, if you take me as per your stated preferred method, you won’t have junior getting in the way. Sounds like a winner in my book.”
Marcus grinned, just as his free hand started to trace a path down her rib cage, and over her hips, until he was caressing her ass.
“Aww, is my wife feeling a little… needy?” He was teasing, and being extremely annoying about it.
Sara growled at him.
“I have hormones raging like a force nine gale!” She pointed out. “Now, either you satisfy them, or I’ll have to sort them out myself. There’s a number around here for a ‘rent-a-gigolo’, or something like that.”
She could see Marcus biting his lip, trying not to laugh.
“Well, I’d hate for you to have to go and find that number right now.” He said seriously. “Not when I’m here already, and willing to do my duty.”
“Then you better get on with it, buster.” She warned. “If you keep up with this ‘all talk and no action’, I may just have to get that number on speed-dial!”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we.” Marcus stood up and leant forward, bracing one knee on the step above where her bottom was balanced. “Will you and Junior be Ok if I lift you?”
“We’ll be fine, but I’m not so sure about your back. I’m twenty-five pounds heavier than I was six months ago.” She reminded him. “Are you sure you’re not a little old to be picking up baby elephants?”
“Sweetheart, you are not a baby elephant.” Marcus grinned, slipping one hand behind her knees and the other behind her back. “You’re, at the very most, a medium sized rhinoceros. But lucky for you, I’m good for lifting up to adult hippo sizes, so you’re a piece of cake.”
Marcus lifted her from the floor, faking a groan as he did so, and ignoring the scowl on her face.
“See? Medium sized rhinos are a walk in the park.” He panted, exaggeratedly.
“If you’re going to start calling me a rhino, and not expect retribution, you’d damn well better make sure you sort out my rampant hormones good and proper!” She warned him.
“Sweetheart, have I ever left you wanting?” He shrugged.
Nope. Not once! But, damned if she was going to admit to that after being compared to a wild African beast! Elephants were cute, especially baby ones. Rhinos were not cute at all!
Marcus pushed their bedroom door open, and making sure he didn’t bump her on the way in, he headed straight for the bed, where he lay her carefully in the middle of the giant mattress.
He looked down and immediately noticed her ankles were swollen.
“You haven’t been off your feet all morning, have you?” He scolded as he slipped her shoes off.
“I’ve been sitting down way more than I usually do.” Sara pointed out. “Sitting in the car, sitting at Gregor’s, sitting on the stairs. See? Lots of sitting. Do you want to see how flat my bum is?”
Marcus snorted a laugh, even as he reached up to snag her leggings and pull them down gently.
“Honey, you know that’s not an offer I can refuse.” He chuckled. “But let’s get foreplay out of the way first, hmm?”
As he bent to kiss her thighs as he pulled her leggings down to reveal her flesh, Sara wasn’t inclined to argue about anything.
Sitting her up, he took hold of her smock top, and lifted it up over her head, making sure not to jostle her or Junior as he did.
When she lay back, wearing only her lacy panties and bra, the look of pure lust in his eyes was enough to push any thoughts of embarrassment or self-consciousness to the back of her mind.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look?” He asked in a husky whisper. “If I’d known you would look this sexy carrying my child, I’d have had you barefoot and pregnant within six months of marrying you.”
Sara couldn’t help the blush that touched her cheeks, any more than she could help the tingling that was starting in her lady parts.
“You know, you’re looking pretty damn good yourself for six months pregnant.” She smiled at him, coyly. “At least I think you do, although it’s difficult to tell with all of those clothes you’re wearing. You’d have to take some of them off for me to know for sure and be able to appreciate you properly.”
“Oh, I would, would I?” Marcus stepped back, already reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
He slowly undid each button, leaving Sara almost panting as his smooth, supple skin was revealed. Marcus wasn’t a vain man, but he was very careful about keeping his body in good shape.
He wouldn’t be able to go on missions like they’d been on this week if he’d not been in tip-top condition.
And what a body he possessed!
God, how she appreciated every minute he spent in the gym when she got to admire him like this!
As he finished with the buttons, he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and let it slip to the floor, exposing the breadth of his chest and the muscles of his shoulders and arms.
Sara couldn’t help the involuntary shiver as she watched the play of his shoulder muscles. Was she the only freak in the world who had a thing for shoulders?
Ok, part of it was because they were attached to the muscular chest and strong arms that she loved being crushed by, but most of it was the way those particular muscles absolutely rippled, every time he moved his arms.
Gorgeous!
Sara glanced from his shoulders to his face and noticed that he was smiling seductively at her. He’d stopped stripping and was watching her study him with amusement.
Sara blushed at being caught ogling him with undisguised lust.
“Hey! Nobody called a time-out!” She complained. “Lady getting older, here! Crack on!”
Marcus chuckled, but obeyed his wife’s order, and slipped the button and zipper of his pants.
Sara’s eyes slid downwards, following the trail of dark hair from his navel, and as he slid his pants and boxers down his legs, she swallowed hard at the sight of his large and very hard shaft.
Oh, God, she needed him now!
“Yep, that’s what I’m talking about.” She whispered, holding a hand out and wiggling her fingers, trying to get him on the bed as quickly as possible.
He walked slowly to the end of the bed, and taking hold of a calf in each hand, he gently pulled her towards him.
Sara quickly reached behind her to grab the pillows and take them with her. She wanted to be able to see whatever he was doing, and once he stopped tugging her, he reached up to place them comfortably behind her head and shoulders, before returning his attention to her lower body.
Marcus lifted her feet and placed them flat on his stomach, leaning forward slightly to tuck a finger under each side of her panties.
Using him as leverage, Sara lifted her bottom slightly, allowing him to slide the thin lace garment down her legs. When he slipped the panties over her feet, he threw them over his shoulder in typical Marcus fashion, not caring where they landed.
Sara glanced up and noticed the wicked grin on his face. The man couldn’t be serious for more than two minutes if his life depended on it!
He lowered her feet, so her legs were dangling from the end of the bed, bent at the knee, and moved forward, placing a knee on either side of her thighs.
When Sara stretched her hands up to touch him, he grabbed them and placed them on the mattress on either side of her head.
“No touching yet, sweetheart.” He shook his head. “I’m so fucking turned on right now, I’ll go off like a rocket if you put your wicked hands on me, and I want to worship you first.”
Sara squirmed, desperate to touch him, but even more so to have him touch her. She nodded in agreement, silently begging him to just get on with it.
Marcus placed a hand each side of her shoulders, and leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a feather light caress. And another. Oh, God, he was going to torture her!
“Baby, I’m happy to keep my hands off you, for as long as you like.” She breathed. “But only while your hands or other parts are on me. I am aching and horny as hell, and all this tension can’t be good for Junior.”
Marcus tutted.
“Using our unborn child as leverage is so not fair, Dr Adams.” His eyes danced with amusement.
“Showing me your gorgeous body, and then not letting me touch you is so not fair, Mr Adams!” She groaned. “Please do something! I’m seriously so far beyond needy, I’m likely to lose all dignity any minute and start begging, and then it’ll just turn into a pity-fuck!”
Marcus lifted his head in surprise at her words, his eyes the colour of molten gold as he stared at her intently.
“Aah, sweetheart, I’m the one who should be begging.” He murmured, lifting one hand to flick the clasp on her bra between her engorged breasts. “I still can’t believe my luck at being married to the most beautiful woman I ever saw. If anyone took pity on anyone in this relationship, I’d say it was you, for letting me love you.”
Sara could feel the moisture on her eyelashes, as he smiled at her.
“Now, if you’ve finished interrupting me, perhaps I can continue?”
Sara nodded, unable to speak for all the emotions rolling through her. Marcus could be a pain in her ass and a real joker, but damn, when he said stuff like that to her with total sincerity, she just turned to mush in his arms.
Again, he lowered his lips to hers, but this was no tease. He took her mouth with passion, tongue invading, taking everything including her breath from her as though he had every right. As, of course, he did.
Sara tried to lift her head to meet him halfway, but he forced her back to the pillow, his own passion thoroughly stoked, his lips urgent as Sara sucked on his tongue.
Marcus lifted one hand from the mattress and pushed her bra aside as he squeezed her breast, his thumb gently teasing the nub.
The pressure it created was the best and worst torture, sending sparks shooting straight to her pussy as she moaned into his mouth.
Marcus nipped on her lips as he finally pulled his mouth away.
He kissed down her neck, making her shiver as his mouth took over teasing her nub as his thumb pulled away. He licked her engorged nipple before suckling on it, finally latching his mouth around it fully and sucking on it strongly as he pulled it into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” Sara groaned, the tiny spark of pain just melting into the pleasure he was bringing her.
Marcus adjusted his knees slightly to keep his weight off her bump as he lifted his other hand to caress her other breast.
Sara clenched her hands into fists in a desperate attempt to keep from touching him, but couldn’t help but arch her back, pushing her breasts further into his hand and mouth. The feeling was exquisite and tormenting all at once.
Her pussy was now aching and clenching in desperation, and despite not having been touched down there yet, she could feel her juices leaking from her already.
As if aware of the increasing tension in her body, Marcus reluctantly released her nipple with a pop, continuing to massage her swollen breasts gently, bringing her nothing but pleasure.
He leaned down and kissed his way down her swollen belly, dipping lower until his tongue swirled in her belly button.
Faster! She silently begged him. Lower! Please don’t stop there!
Marcus could be a playful tease when he wanted to be, but she sensed today he had every bit as much need and desire built up as she did.
He reluctantly released her breasts when he could go no lower while still holding them, but he grasped her hands and used them to replace his own, as he squeezed them again.
“Keep them there, and don’t stop giving them attention.” He instructed.
Sara nodded, knowing that he loved to watch her touch herself, claiming it taught him so much about what she liked and needed.
Marcus leaned backwards and stepped off the bed, running his hands over her thighs and down until he gripped her calf muscles in his hands.
Gently he lifted her legs and spread them, stepping between them as he did.
“Oh, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you, baby.” He moaned, his eyes locked on the evidence of her arousal, which she knew was leaking from her. “I think I’m gonna have to get you off once, just to calm you down. You’ll snap my cock in two if I slide into you when you’re this amped up.”
“Please…” Sara groaned, her fingers gently toying with her nipples.
Marcus dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving her as he draped her legs over his shoulders, placing his hands under her ass to lift her pussy to his mouth.
The first sweep of his tongue over her opening had Sara’s eyes rolling back in her head. The warmth and wetness of his caress was followed by a blast of cool air on her heated flesh as he blew on her pussy lips, and Sara could feel her inner muscles clench as she tried to grab down on something that wasn’t there yet.
Another swipe of his tongue followed, but he stopped short of her clit, playing with her opening for a few seconds.
Sara groaned and tried to wriggle to get him to move his mouth and tongue where she wanted them, but Marcus’ hands held her fast, and she gave up squirming, knowing that he was playing her body expertly, the way only he knew how.
Another swipe, a lick, and then his tongue plunged into her channel, groaning in pleasure as he seemed to drink in her juices.
Sara could feel her muscles clenching on his tongue as it stroked in and out, a poor substitute for his cock, but an exquisite teaser before he gave her his fingers to stretch her. Hopefully when he did, it would free up his mouth to give her clit the attention it craved. She needed to come, and preferably within the next thirty seconds.
She felt a trickle of liquid spill from her pussy and dribble down through the crack of her ass. Marcus wasn’t prepared to let her ‘honey’ as he called it escape, and his tongue immediately followed the path the liquid had taken.
As he licked down her slit, Sara’s nerve endings were already starting to detonate. She groaned and thrashed her head back and forth, as he adjusted his hands, lifting her hips higher.
When his lips and tongue flicked over her perineum, trailing down to her anus, she almost convulsed. They hadn’t given much attention to anal sex, neither of them having much of an appetite to make it part of their lovemaking, but they both knew how sensitive Sara was to any touch down there, and as a teaser, it could be almost incendiary in sending her over the edge.
As Marcus let his tongue drift over her, Sara squirmed again, unsure whether she wanted more of his touch there, or whether she was simply trying to get him to move things along. She felt like her nerve endings were fried, and she was clinging to the edge of sanity, desperate to soar into oblivion.
Just as he drew his lips back up towards her pussy, she felt his thumb rub gently at the entrance to her ass, just as his tongue jabbed forcefully inside her vagina.
“Marcus!” She screamed, as the potential for a double penetration flung her over the edge, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids as her body bucked and thrashed under his expert ministrations.
She squeezed her nipples as hard as she could, and tried to open her legs even wider, as his tongue swirled and licked inside her.
His thumb hadn’t even penetrated her, and was now just rubbing across the puckered entrance, playing with it as he feathered over every nerve ending.
Sara thought the orgasm was never going to end, and if Marcus’ efforts were anything to go by, he was making sure it didn’t end for as long as he could keep it going.
As she came down from her glorious high, Sara wondered if she’d ever come so long or hard, and then smiled to herself as she wondered how many thousand times she’d thought that before today. Probably every single time she made love with Marcus, if the truth be known.
Marcus raised his head and stared at her, grinning.
“Why are you smiling like that?” He asked, lowering her hips to the bed, and stepping out from beneath her thighs.
“Because it was amazing.” She admitted happily, her hands flopping down by her sides.
“It’s about to get better, sweetheart, so I suggest you brace yourself.” He warned.